The Minstrel’s Dream

By the firelight I sing their names,
Kings and heroes wrapped in fame.
Golden banners, steel that shines,
While I strum these borrowed rhymes.
The crowd will cheer, then ride away,
I remain where shadows stay.
But every tale I softly weave
Plants a dream I still believe.

When the moon ignites the sky,
I can hear the battle cry.
In my heart the trumpets ring,
Not a bard - but something greater within.

One day I’ll ride where the eagles fly,
Sword held high beneath the crimson sky.
No more singing of another man’s glory,
I’ll become the legend in the story.
From a minstrel’s song to a knight’s renown,
From a wooden stage to a golden crown.
Hear my name carried far on the wind -
Tonight I dream, tomorrow I begin!

Every scar in every song
Makes me wish that I belonged.
To the thunder of the charge,
To the fate of realms at large.
Though my hands know strings, not steel,
Still the calling feels so real.
Every note becomes a vow,
And the dream is stronger now.

When the stars align above,
I can feel what heroes love.
Courage burning bright as flame,
Destiny is calling out my name.

One day I’ll ride where the eagles fly,
Sword held high beneath the crimson sky.
No more singing of another man’s glory,
I’ll become the legend in the story.
From a minstrel’s song to a knight’s renown,
From a wooden stage to a golden crown.
Hear my name carried far on the wind -
Tonight I dream, tomorrow I begin!

Then one dawn the kingdom called,
Enemies marched against the walls.
No brave knight stood in my place,
Only fear I had to face.
With my father’s rusted blade,
Through the gates I proudly came.
As the banners filled the sky,
The minstrel learned at last to fight.

One day I’ll ride where the eagles fly,
Sword held high beneath the crimson sky.
No more singing of another man’s glory,
I’ve become the legend in the story.
From a minstrel’s song to a knight’s renown,
From a wooden stage to a golden crown.
Hear my name carried far on the wind -
The dream I chased is the life I live!

I ride high where the eagles fly,
Sword held high beneath the crimson sky.
No more singing of another man’s glory,
I’ve become the legend in the story.
From a minstrel’s song to a knight’s renown,
From a wooden stage to a golden crown.
Hear my name carried far on the wind -
I dreamed it once… and now I win!